After successfully completing the transaction, Hu Yinfeng and Lin Wenzhuo briefly explained and left.

He first returned to Hong Kong, and then decided not to return to Beijing immediately, and wanted to take the train along the coastline to go back slowly.

I don't know why, after the completion of this transaction, Hu Yinfeng faintly felt a little excited in his heart, and an indescribable excitement that had not been seen for a long time always lingered in his heart.

It is said that such a transaction has been done several times, and the process is also normal, and he should not feel anything wrong, however, Hu Yinfeng always feels a faint excitement in his heart, as if there is a voice calling him.

Although Tiger Leads Wind still knows what is calling him, the strange feeling of being familiar and slightly unfamiliar is ethereal and real.

When the train arrived in Zhejiang Province, Hu Yinfeng lay in the sleeper of the train a little bored, looking at a hawker peddling the "Zhejiang Province Tourist Map", at a glance stared at such an introduction: Putuo Mountain, and Shanxi Wutai Mountain, Sichuan Emei Mountain, Anhui Jiuhua Mountain and called the four famous mountains of Chinese Buddhism, is the dojo of Guanyin Bodhisattva to educate sentient beings......

I have to say that the current advertising picture is indeed exquisite, looking at the incendiary text introduction on it, the beautiful color page illustrations, the tiger leads the wind to move, anyway, there is no special matter for the time being, since you have passed by, you might as well go over and visit.

For things like temples, Tiger Yinfeng has always had a respectful attitude. Although he didn't believe much in the monks' teachings, it was a spiritual holy land after all, and if he wanted to, he could still give people very peaceful psychological comfort and spiritual massage.

When Hu Yinfeng first entered Beijing before, he was ordered by Gao Yun to enter and exit Tibet on a security mission, and he got a great opportunity in the Sichuan Derge Printing Institute, which made him have an inexplicable good impression and closeness to the monastery.

Since Jun Wan suddenly left him without warning, Hu Yinfeng suddenly felt less confident in his grasp of the future.

After getting through the initial heart-rending pain, Hu Yinfeng's heart became colder and colder, and in addition to pursuing the kind of void realm that no one knew if he could reach, he felt that many of the pleasures and worries in his life had been emptied of a lot at once.

Before the car accident, Hu Yinfeng still felt that he could control everything, but since this incident, he vaguely felt that he was slowly changing, more cold, more rational, and more realistic.

Perhaps, the sound of the temple bell can bring some explanation and sustenance about fate.

Puji Temple, one of the three major Zen temples in Putuo Mountain, is also one of the most famous tourist attractions in Putuo Mountain.

The time when the tiger leads the wind is not the peak tourist season, but there are still a lot of tourists in Puji Temple, which is mainly due to the huge base of the Chinese people, even if there is a small proportion of the leisure and rich class, it is also more crowded than the tourist season in some countries.

To be honest, Hu Yinfeng doesn't like the crowded scene very much, although he is already very wealthy, he doesn't like to drill into the crowd, if it weren't for a whim this time, it is estimated that he would not have come here.

Puji Temple was formerly known as the Guanyin Temple, founded in the Tang Xiantong period, the Northern Song Dynasty Shenzong changed its name to "Baotuo Guanyin Temple", dedicated to Guanyin Bodhisattva, the incense began to flourish.

During the Jiading period of the Southern Song Dynasty, the imperial gift of "Yuantong Treasure Palace" plaque designated Putuo Mountain as a dojo dedicated to Guanyin.

Ming Wanli gave the amount to build the "Protector of the Eternal Life Putuo Temple", making the Puji Temple the largest temple in the south of the Yangtze River at that time, which can be seen to have a long reputation.

It has to be said that the 37,000-square-meter area makes this temple appear magnificent and huge, and the temple building with a sense of historical vicissitudes makes tourists in it deeply feel the rich religious culture.

The statue of Pilu Guanyin in front of him is dignified, with dignified facial features, eyes hanging curtains, open chest, decorated with a halo, wearing a heavenly robe covering both shoulders, a knot in the middle of the garment, hands in front of the abdomen to form a meditation seal, legs knotted and sitting on a multi-layer lotus.

Looking at the dignified posture of the statue of God, Hu Yinfeng was deeply shocked by an inexplicable holiness for the first time, is this the god created by man according to his own imagination?

If everything is illusory, why do you give yourself an indescribable shock?

Tourists in the main hall come and go, some worship sincerely, some donate money, and some listen to the passionate explanation of the tour guide......

Hu Yinfeng turned a deaf ear, standing in front of the Guanyin statue in a daze, until an old voice woke him up from behind: "Amitabha, donor, the poor monk is polite." ”

Hu Yinfeng woke up from his ignorance, and when he looked back, he saw that it was an old monk with white beard and eyebrows who was looking at him intently.

The old monk is not eighty or seventy years old, but his spirit is very good, especially a pair of eyes are bright, shining, without the dementia and laziness of the elderly, and he is a monk at a glance.

Seeing that the old monk was talking to him, Hu Yinfeng hurriedly returned the salute.

"I see that the donor has been standing here for almost half an hour, and has never left half a step, is there any chance?" the old monk did not beat around the bush, and asked bluntly.

Hu Yinfeng turned his head to look at the solemn Buddha statue in front of him, sighed lightly, smiled and said: "The master is raised, where is there any opportunity, just look at the solemn Buddha statue, the treasure is majestic, a little distracted." ”

"Oh, that's all?" the old monk seemed to be a little unconvinced, and the light in his eyes flowed.

"That's all. Hu Yinfeng didn't say anything, he came here on a whim, and standing here is also a place of interest, where is there any opportunity.

The old monk looked at Hu Yinfeng twice, and said with a smile: "Donor, please come here, my master wants to see you." ”

Hu Yinfeng's heart moved: "Your master, do you want to see me?"

The old monk nodded: "The poor monk Qingming, is the monk of the Guanyin Hall of Puji Zen Temple, my master said that there will be distinguished guests today, and I want to invite the distinguished guests to talk at that time." My master is over 100 years old, and because of his health, he can't come and invite him in person, so I ask the donor to forgive me. ”

Hu Yinfeng couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Master Qingming, you are probably mistaken, how can your master know me? Besides, I am not a distinguished guest. ”

Qingming smiled slightly and said, "No, my master explained in detail three days ago, saying that when he dies three days later, a young nobleman in his early twenties will come to Puji Temple to pay homage to the sitting statue of Pilu Guanyin, and then let me wait in this Guanyin Temple." Now is the end of the hour, there is no second person in this hall except the benefactor who meets the description of the master, I am sure, you must be the noble person invited by my master. ”

Hu Yinfeng was very surprised in his heart, feeling that Qingming was too mysterious, as he said, wouldn't his master become a living immortal?

Three days ago, he was able to predict the arrival of a person so accurately, and if he changed to a tiger to lead the wind, even if he tried his best to urge Xiao Ling, he might not be able to be accurate to this point, and the Qingming master could do this, he was definitely not a mortal.

Whatever the reason, Hu Yinfeng decided to meet the master of the Qingming monk to see what kind of master he was, such a master is rare nowadays.

In a secluded courtyard of Puji Temple, a skinny old monk appeared in the eyes of Hu Yinfeng.

The monk is really old, so old that he can't feel how old he is, his skin is loose, his eyelids are drooping, and he thinks he is asleep if he doesn't look carefully.

The old monk sat on a meditation bed, holding a string of rosewood beads in his hand and slowly turning, the corners of his mouth moving slightly, but he couldn't hear any sound.

If it weren't for seeing these movements, Hu Yinfeng really wondered if the person in front of him was a mummy.

Qingming led Hu Yinfeng to the master's meditation room, bowed to the old monk, and said, "Master, I have invited your guests." ”

"Oh," the old monk replied in his throat, his voice was so soft that he could just hear it clearly, and then continued to turn the rosary in his hand, and did not continue to say anything, as if what Qingming said had nothing to do with him.

Hu Yinfeng was not in a hurry, and he did not sit on the small stool that Qingming had moved, but stood by the door, watching the old monk turn the prayer beads.

After rubbing all the long string of prayer beads in his hand, the old monk raised his eyelids slightly, and said to the tiger: "Sit." ”

Hu Yinfeng was not polite this time, and sat on a small stool, but Qingming did not sit down on the other side, standing beside the old monk and waiting carefully.

"Master, I heard Master Qingming say, do you want to see me?" Hu Yinfeng saw that the old monk was no longer doing his homework, so he went straight to the point.

The old monk nodded, his eyes narrowed into a slit, staring at Hu Yinfeng up and down, left and right carefully, as if he could see the flowers from somewhere, and looked at Hu Yinfeng uncomfortably.

"Amitabha, the donor has a great future, so don't fall into the devil's path. The old monk suddenly had no head and no brain.

Hu Yinfeng frowned, not understanding what the old monk was talking about.

The old monk was still expressionless and said, "Does the donor believe in fate?"

"Half-convinced. "It's easy for the tiger to lead the wind.

The old monk suddenly grinned, this was the first time he had laughed since Hu Yinfeng entered the room, and Hu Yinfeng felt a little weird.

"Well said, the donor is an honest man. Many people are skeptical of fate, because people not only have to follow the arrangement of fate, but also because they can't really grasp the thing of fate, they are naturally unwilling to be completely controlled by it, and always want to break through the shackles of fate and break out of their own world.

Hu Yinfeng nodded, basically agreeing with the old monk's opinion.

"Amitabha, people use hard work to transform their destiny and strive for results that are in line with their ideals. However, some succeeded, some failed, and some partially succeeded and eventually had to declare failure. For example, donor, you meet a girl you like, but you have to face life and death, you want to use your own strength to change this fact, although it seems to be successful at the beginning and created a miracle, but in the end it still can't change the fate of her early death, isn't it?"

Hu Yinfeng was taken aback, and his heart was shocked.

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